The hole is healing slowly, thanks for all your well-wishes. I’m not able to bend my knee just yet, but at least the bleeding stopped a few hours ago.

I would like to take this opportunity to state something so completely obvious that I may have failed to mention it in the past. Alicia Keys is so frikkin good it almost isn’t real. She almost single-handedly makes up for the fact that I’ve ever had to sit through an Ashlee Simpson or Avril LaVigne song. I love this new album of hers so much. She sings, she plays, she writes, she’s hot as hell. Her studio material—while nearly flawless—doesn’t even do her justice. I saw her perform live on The View three Christmases ago, and she blew me out of my seat. I really don’t know what else there is to say, except thank you for making music, ma’am.

Yah, Tori’s now played “Mountain,” “Raspberry Swirl,” “She’s Your Cocaine,” and “Blood Roses.” If she throws in iieee, I’ll start taking this seriously.